The Prince interrupts your speculation

Your speculations are interrupted by the prince’s voice behind you. Somehow, though, it sounds different; less courtly, and more manly. “Now that, I must say, is a pretty sight! You ass is one of your best features, Beauty. Now, spread your legs a bit for me.”

Fearfully, you look over your shoulder as you spread your legs. The prince is now holding his belt, doubled up, and you know what is next. You try to avoid a beating by pleading with him. “Please, my prince, how have I offended you?” you ask. “What have I done to deserve another beating?”

“You have been magnificent, Beauty,” he responds. “So magnificent that I am going to take you further, today, than I had intended when I first saw you. I told you before that I shall enjoy punishing you; know that, sometimes, you will be punished purely because it pleases me. This is one of those times. That white, plump ass is simply too delicious to leave unreddened.” You don't understand this. He has already beaten your poor bottom, and it is scarcely “unreddened.”

With that, he begins to spank you with his belt. The belt is too broad to leave welts, but you don’t realize that. The pain is incredible, and you burst into tears almost immediately, thinking that your ass must be reduced to hamburger after the beating it is taking. Even worse than the pain is the humiliation of being beaten like a child, and even worse than the humiliation of the beating is the humiliation you feel as you contemplate that this is somehow thrilling to you. Again, you wonder: is this your reaction, or Beauty's? This whole deviant scenario was set up so Sophie could feel humiliated as beauty, after all.